Semifinals: No. 2 Vividlyvague vs. No. 6 Frank - FRANK WINS 6-1

e11even · 12-30-2013, 02:31 AM

1/1/14

Dear Journal,

Lust; the crust on the cusp of this affair.
Her bust... to touch was a must to declair.
Every portion's proportion, each morsel of flair
Supported the endorsement of this temptress so fair.
She aborted the coarseness of care,
For it was more for reward of the fare; this visit.
A dare to dismiss it, but this priss was presented permissive.
She invited me to her soul, and where I'd be remiss, I couldn't resist it.

Every patient caress, thrusting cut, careful intermission...
She was mine.
All of her impassive visage. All of my wishes committed intentions.
However extensive, my infatuation was truth's incentive.
I needed to awaken tofacts of basic instinct and distinction of what this is.

She was under arrest; under duress, wrapped in marital coils.
A stress, this veritable mess, for the excess to have maxed her toil.
He ended it.
This millionaire with mistresses, bastards aplenty; an animal's spoils.
Commending him coyly, I recieved of his payment in all hopes she'd be as disloyal,
But only in a manner of speaking... in this lair eternal.

She could be here with me! Her and all her blemishing oils,
Meek and blanching palette, features of mediterranean royals,
Bludgeoned sternum, rashed knees and elbows, and foot burns made boils.
He 'loved' her to death, but her inaminate allure brought me to life.
In each examining breath, I grew more adamant to know of the whys.

She was cleaned and divided; an inspection by police'd get no findings.
Slated for shredding machines when the light hit, but my attachment called for a cc to this night's end.
He was pleased when invited; showed with an extreme sense of excitement,
On the pretense of 'two men: heroes, cleansing slease from our environments.'
Him, her. Me, him.
Therefore, the need to be obscene worked in spite of him...

"So why'd she need to die? That's not a divorce's requirement..."
He cheesed, "She was the nicest bitch, but I have wilder flings on other continents!"
The nerve of this creten. Smiling as if these childish things were accomplishments...
The sirloin screamed to be eaten. Beseeching him yielded results beyond astonishing.

Venom is the black mamba's marvel.

His graying corpse was stripped of its garment, boots,
Thrown in the chipper, left minced, canned for a pig's farm food,
And she watched it all too. Not as a mannequin, but my baby doll who
Had chosen me to watch Ryan Seacrest's ball fall in New
York. True love was dead, but chivalry was an art renewed...

Journal- This has been my confession to you,

...with a heavy heart,

'The Taxonomist' Bartholomew

12-30-2013, 02:31 AM	#4
e11even V.V Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: . Posts: 2,076 Battle Record: 31-20 Rep Power: 6247259	...with a heavy heart. 1/1/14 Dear Journal, Lust; the crust on the cusp of this affair. Her bust... to touch was a must to declair. Every portion's proportion, each morsel of flair Supported the endorsement of this temptress so fair. She aborted the coarseness of care, For it was more for reward of the fare; this visit. A dare to dismiss it, but this priss was presented permissive. She invited me to her soul, and where I'd be remiss, I couldn't resist it. Every patient caress, thrusting cut, careful intermission... She was mine. All of her impassive visage. All of my wishes committed intentions. However extensive, my infatuation was truth's incentive. I needed to awaken tofacts of basic instinct and distinction of what this is. She was under arrest; under duress, wrapped in marital coils. A stress, this veritable mess, for the excess to have maxed her toil. He ended it. This millionaire with mistresses, bastards aplenty; an animal's spoils. Commending him coyly, I recieved of his payment in all hopes she'd be as disloyal, But only in a manner of speaking... in this lair eternal. She could be here with me! Her and all her blemishing oils, Meek and blanching palette, features of mediterranean royals, Bludgeoned sternum, rashed knees and elbows, and foot burns made boils. He 'loved' her to death, but her inaminate allure brought me to life. In each examining breath, I grew more adamant to know of the whys. She was cleaned and divided; an inspection by police'd get no findings. Slated for shredding machines when the light hit, but my attachment called for a cc to this night's end. He was pleased when invited; showed with an extreme sense of excitement, On the pretense of 'two men: heroes, cleansing slease from our environments.' Him, her. Me, him. Therefore, the need to be obscene worked in spite of him... "So why'd she need to die? That's not a divorce's requirement..." He cheesed, "She was the nicest bitch, but I have wilder flings on other continents!" The nerve of this creten. Smiling as if these childish things were accomplishments... The sirloin screamed to be eaten. Beseeching him yielded results beyond astonishing. Venom is the black mamba's marvel. His graying corpse was stripped of its garment, boots, Thrown in the chipper, left minced, canned for a pig's farm food, And she watched it all too. Not as a mannequin, but my baby doll who Had chosen me to watch Ryan Seacrest's ball fall in New York. True love was dead, but chivalry was an art renewed... Journal- This has been my confession to you, ...with a heavy heart, 'The Taxonomist' Bartholomew __________________ Ahem.